At the door of the "Quill Club" club, Novelist is waiting quietly.
She is wearing a black furisode today. This is the most formal dress for an unmarried girl, and black is the most noble among them.
Everywhere on the big furisode is embroidered with gorgeous patterns using gold and colored threads. The birds and animals move with the breath of the moonlight, as if they are alive.
But Novelist's hair was not combed into a high bun, but was spread loosely on the back of her head, with the front trimmed into a princess cut.
The fair little face is expressionless, like an exquisite Japan porcelain doll.
But her gaze was as dark as a deep well, exuding an aura that was both majestic and strange.
In the distance, a woman wearing a Western-style dress hesitated for a long time, and finally came over to say hello.
"Izanami big."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Novelist.
"Don't call me by that name, my current name is Novelist."
She said in a serious tone.
"Ah, yes, Novelist. Why don't you go in? Are you waiting for someone?"
The woman in the formal dress asked.
"Yes."
Novelist's nod has almost no amplitude.
"He actually asked the lady to wait for him outside. Your male companion is so ungentlemanly."
The woman in the dress helped her complain.
"I volunteered, he didn't know I arrived early."
Novelist's shaking head is almost invisible.
"Ah this."
The girl in the formal dress was speechless.
To be able to condescend this person to such a noble person, what kind of god is that person who has not yet arrived?
Novelist was one of the top figures in the Metropolis short story circle at the time. He had published more than a dozen hits with readings exceeding 100 million, and he had also won several gold medals for short stories from the Writers Association.
If she hadn't gone crazy for some reason and ended up writing a short story instead of writing a full-length novel without getting any results, she wouldn't even be qualified to talk to Novelist.
As for Novelist's other background, I don't know much about the girl in the dress, but I have vaguely heard that she is also from a prominent family.
"Then I'll wait with you."
The woman in the formal dress said enthusiastically.
She has been writing short stories for several years, but they have never become popular.
In fact, she has good writing skills, but she lacks some luck and support.
After all, short stories still rely heavily on platforms to push traffic.
Now the girl in the ceremonial dress wants to burn Novelist's cold stove and make a good relationship.
What if she goes back to writing short stories someday?
Secondly, it was out of curiosity to know who Novelist's male companion was.
Novelist finally turned his head and looked at her with eyes without any emotion.
The girl in the formal dress felt hairy all over when she looked at her, but she still resisted turning around and running away.
"Okay."
Finally, Novelist nodded.
The woman in the formal dress breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she felt a little unhappy.
Novelist's behavior just now seemed to be to determine whether she was a threat.
Since she allowed herself to stay, that meant that in her eyes, she did not pose any threat.
After Novelist finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the woman in the formal dress, but looked ahead quietly.
As time goes by, the moonlight seems to solidify with the air.
The woman in the formal dress felt as if a piece of iron was stuck in her throat. She wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound at all.
"It's too scary. Is this the pressure of being the first in short stories? I'm still too weak."
The woman in the formal dress said in shock.
She is considered a moderate figure in her own studio, and she dares to argue even with the major shareholder of Second-Class Citizen.
But if she conflicts with Novelist, she may not even be able to realize the idea of resisting.
This feeling of being completely suppressed made her very scared, and Novelist's condescending attitude made her excited.
In this superimposed state of fear and excitement, she felt that she might lose control of her body at any time.
Yes, there is another reason why the girl in the formal dress took the initiative to approach Novelist, and that is because she likes girls.
"No matter who you are, come quickly. If you don't come, I won't be able to hold on anymore."
The girl in the formal dress had abnormally blushing cheeks and murmured to herself.
If you do that kind of thing in front of the woman you like, then her life will be over.
Finally, in her expectant eyes, two blazing lights came from a distance.
The thick and steady sound of the engine slowly advanced in the quiet night, just like the piano concerto of Bach.
"What a luxurious car."
When the woman in the formal dress saw clearly the car body reflecting the brilliant light, she couldn't help but admire it.
And when she saw the driver sitting in the driving seat, her pupils dilated slightly.
With eyes that had spent a lot of money to undergo reconstructive surgery in the hospital, even from a few hundred meters away, the driver could see the sky full of gunfire and the torrent of steel behind him.
Even the chief of the security department of the hospital she had met did not have such a strong aura.
How noble is the status of Novelist's male companion to have such a being act as his driver?
The curiosity of the woman in the formal dress has once again been raised to a new level.
Unfortunately, a special baffle blocked her view, preventing her from seeing the people in the rear compartment.
But soon, Platinum Phantom also drove in front of them.
The car door opened automatically, and a tall figure walked out of the car.
With the appearance of that figure, the originally stagnant moonlight once again splashed freely on this area, and the air finally resumed its flow.
And all this is because Novelist smiled.
Smiling like a cherry blossom blooming in the most beautiful season.
"Senior."
She trotted forward to meet him.
The woman in the formal dress subconsciously wanted to follow, but just as she was about to move, the feeling of dying suddenly appeared in her mind.
She was startled and quickly put down all distracting thoughts.
"Sorry, I asked you to wait for me."
Liu Zheng said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, this is what I am willing to do."
Novelist's eyes are smiling, like the crescent moon in the sky, but brighter and purer than the crescent moon.
With her knowledge, she can naturally see how much preparation Liu Zheng has made for this dance and how much she has paid.
Although he knew that Novelist was not a kind person, Liu Zheng was still infected by her smile and couldn't help but stretched out his tentacles and rubbed her head.
His eyes were also smiling, but it was not as innocent as Novelist's smile, but a very heavy and difficult smile.
It's like a person pressed by a mountain in a filthy hell, squeezing the last breath of clear air from his lungs.
But because of this, it is even more precious.
His resolute side face was touched by the moonlight and reflected in the eyes of the girl in the formal dress.
Liu Zheng noticed her gaze and turned his head to look at her.
The four words "virtue", "benevolence", "faithfulness" and "righteousness" flowed with brilliance, igniting a fire in his eyes and burning the hearts of Liqun girls.
"Yeah!"
She exclaimed slightly, her face flushed.
Feeling the unknown wetness, the woman in the formal dress understood one thing.
She doesn't like women, she just likes beauties.
"Huh?"
Novelist snorted from his nose.